The end may be near but...

Isn't the end always near for us humans? or for fruit flies? or for elephant walruses for that matter? Just because we can perceive and analyze our situation to a greater degree, it doesn't really serve us, when we come back to the primal fear of ceasing to exist, and not complying with our genetic mission... our need to endure.

So, instead of waxing philosophical, I thought that I would make light of the situation...

It is true, that often things seem black, and often times we are the ones responsible for painting the door itself black, hiding it from our own searching eyes in the muddled night of fear and solitude. But tonight I would like to remind myself (and anyone else who may be eavesdropping:) that there is still beauty and there is still purity and there is still good in the world, even if that will all eventually come to an end.

Isabella, dressed as tinkerbell, the duende/hada, with sparkling wings. Forgiving ourselves the cheesy american disnified "culture", and recalling that children are sweet and giving and love to please others, and masquerade, cloaked in their imaginations. These are the future, regardless of the fact that they may be born into wealth or poverty, love or indifference, they are still beautiful and shining and hopeful. Yes, hopeful. Maybe the worst thing that we could do is to lose our hope that there could be a way out. We can still walk to the polls on Tuesday, we can still cast a ballot in favor of life, of re-construction, even if we know that ultimately the goal is unattainable, shouldn't we join together in a chorus of what if.. of tomorrow, of please let us try some more?

The possibility of a kiss, from this beautiful fairy of mine, remind ourselves not to give up or give in.